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CHAPTER 7

Jeff and John reached the hotel building a short time later and as Jeff paid the cab driver, John got out and looked around.

The area was different at night. There were only a few street lamps on and two of them were flickering quite a bit making the building look rather daunting. He shivered slightly as a gust of wind went straight through him.

"You okay?"

John jumped and turned to Jeff. "Fuck, you scared the shit out of me man!"

Jeff chuckled, answering, "Sorry. You coming in?"

John just nodded and then realised it was kind of dark out here so maybe Jeff hadn't seen the movement. "Uh, yeah, man. Let's go inside. It's fucking cold out here."

Jeff just laughed to himself again and move towards the entrance of the hotel. John ran to catch up with him.

"So, we're gonna get another room, right?"

"Yeah. Come on," Jeff said as he pushed open the door and stepped inside, walking over to the reception desk.

John was feeling much better now that he was indoors. It was nice and warm in here. He was glad they were back here and he wasn't even thinking at all about what had happened before they managed to get a cab. Nope. It was the furthest thing from his mind. Really.

"...book a room, please?" Jeff was asking the female receptionist as John joined him at the desk. John wasn't really paying much attention until he was tapped on the shoulder. He snapped out of his daydreaming and looked over at the older man.

"Come on. Let's go." Jeff was waving a key card in front of John's face.

"Right. Sorry. Let's go." He started to walk away when he realised that he didn't know what room they were going to. He stopped and turned back, looking sheepish. Jeff was still stood in the same spot, an amused look on his face.

"Problem?" he snickered.

"What room are we in, Jeff?" John stood there staring at him, his head cocked to the side, his hands on his hips.

Jeff was trying to keep a straight face. The image was just too funny. He was biting his lip to keep from laughing out loud. He closed his eyes and tried to think of something to calm him down. He took a deep breath before opening his eyes again; thankful that John had moved his arms to his sides now. "Yeah... um, room..." he trailed off, looking down at the key card in his hand, "...502. Room 502."

"Cool." John turned, walked over to the elevators and pressed the call button, Jeff following him. They stood next to each other while they waited for the elevator, an awkward silence between them. Maybe the incident was still on Jeff's mind too? Fuck, he needed a drink!

They both stepped inside the elevator and pressed the fifth floor button. As the doors were closing, Jeff caught a glimpse of shoulder length black hair and short, cropped brown hair entering the hotel lobby. "Was that Phil and Evan I just saw?" asked Jeff.

"I don't know. It certainly looked like them."

"Why would they be here together and not with Adam and... You don't think... They wouldn't, would they?"

John was so confused right now. Jeff kept trailing off and asking things that didn't make any sense. He shook his head, hoping it would clear it a little. "Wouldn't what? What the hell are you talking about Jeff?"

"Phil and Evan. They're here together and not with..." DING! They were at their floor now. They both stepped out and Jeff grasped the key card harder in his hand, before continuing. "They're here without Adam and Matt, John. They're not going behind their boyfriends' back, are they? They're not cheating, are they? That would kill Matt, if Evan was cheating on him."

By this time, Jeff had unlocked the door to the room and pushed it inwards, gesturing for John to go inside before he did.

"What? No, Jeff. Neither of them would do th..." John trailed off as he looked round the room... um, correction... suite. "What the fuck, Jeff? If I'd known you were gonna get a room this big, I woulda told you not to bother."

"Let it go. It's only for one night. I can afford it and we needed a place to crash. This was the only room left so don't start."

"B-B-But! Jeff, I can't let you spend all your money on me!"

"You're not. Even if you weren't here, I'd still need a room and..." Jeff twirled around, gesturing to the room around him, "this is what I woulda got. Anyway, the room is in the name 'Johnny Blaze' so it's not like you're not doing anything for this."

John raised his eyebrows at that. That was his first ring name when he debuted on Raw in 2004. He only had it for a week before it was changed. Jeff wasn't even with the company at that time so how the hell did he know that? "O-kay," he spoke slowly.

"Anyway... no more talk about money. It's drinking time!" Jeff made his way over to the mini bar to see what was in it and to grab some stuff out of it. He had known that the mini bar was going to cost him a small fortune so he'd made a deal with the receptionist to pay for the whole thing there and then and get a discount for it, a BIG discount. He could be charming when he wanted.

He pulled some vodka and Jack Daniels from the small bar before grabbing some glasses and sitting down, pulling John with him. They landed next to each other on the sofa; a slight awkward moment between them again as John's hand touched Jeff's crotch when he'd put his arms out to break his fall.

As soon as a drink was poured for him, John grabbed it, stood up and moved to an armchair a couple of metres away. He tossed back the drink, delighting in the way the alcohol was burning his throat as it went down. He pulled the bottle of Jack over to him and poured himself a good four fingers of the whiskey into his glass.

Jeff was doing the same with the vodka. They picked up their glasses, looked over at each other, said "Cheers" and chugged back the drinks. John choked slightly after drinking about three quarters of the glass though Jeff finished it all, easily.

John was still coughing when Jeff looked back down. "You okay?"

He managed to get out "Yeah, I'm fine," before coughing violently again.

Jeff had a smile on his face. "Never done that before, huh?"

"Nope and never again!"

"Hey, you say that now but..."

"No, Jeff. Never again. I mean it, never again!"

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An hour later, John was sprawled out in his chair, his head spinning after Jeff had managed to get him to drink the rest of the bottle of Jack Daniels in five minutes. That was the last time John ever accepted, or rather got goaded into accepting, a dare from the younger Hardy brother.

Jeff was surprisingly okay. He'd definitely matched John drink for drink and with both Smirnoff Blue label and Jack Daniels having the same amount of alcohol in them, he should be looking like John right about now, with his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, whimpering and groaning intermittently.

But he wasn't and he was glad that that was the case. He could handle his liquor better than most people which he thanked God for at this time. It gave him the chance to look at John properly. Not the vision he was currently putting forth, of course, but John as a wrestler, John as a person, John as... as... something. He wasn't sure what name to give it.

Was he really he thinking about John as a possible lover? What it would have been like to kiss him in the street? What it would be like to kiss him now... well not now but maybe after he'd sobered up a little bit? What would a kiss from John be like? Would it be soft? Hard? Passionate? Would he even like it?

OK, OK... What do you think?

I know that basically nothing happened in this chapter but I thought I'd leave any kissing or anything till later!

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